There are a few moments where Adelaide wonders at the purpose of Rodeo's detour - outwardly, it reads like an ego-driven brag, but when that steely do-work look is in his eyes there is none of that and so she knows it is something else. Every move has a purpose, and this mission especially is one that Adelaide knows he would never risk with showboating or a pissing match. Her mind ticks through it even as she watches Councilman Matthews, someone she knows to be relatively decent, as is face goes pale and then green. Unhelpful sympathy isn't a concern as she extrapolates and by the time Rodeo hangs up the phone she thinks she has the idea of it.
"You're drawing them back in," she says, admiring the plan even as they're already moving, swift as her legs can carry her in kevlar, a backpack and a baby, toward the parking garage. Charlie seems to sense the urgency of things, and he has his head pressed in against Adelaide's chest, big blue eyes alert and watchful under her hand on the back of his head. She hasn't bothered to pick up a gun, because loaded down as she is she would hardly be able to shoot anyhow, and now she's realizing that it's unlikely she'll need it anyway. The garage is deserted while they move through, and guaranteed every patrolman anywhere near is now rushing toward Matthews' office.
Down in the parking garage it is eerily quiet, her lanky redheaded friend Jack even missing from his post at the gates, which Adelaide thinks is for the best. She looks back to Nate, dear loyal wonderful Nate, covering their backs. "Where to now?" she questions, with no prior knowledge of the plan. "You must be leaving with us?" She wonders about Bunny, but she's certain that Nate has taken care of that - he's about as likely to leave that loose end dangling as Rodeo is to let Adelaide stay locked up.